We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Chapter 120 Do you know me? I am Zhao Xiaoning!

"Yuehan, what are you filming?"

Fu Yuehan's friend patted her and asked, "Are you taking pictures of the handsome guy?"

"Ah, no, no." Fu Yuehan was afraid of being exposed, "This family is too big, let's change one."

Meanwhile, it's early morning in the United States.

As soon as Fu Ruoshi opened his eyes, he received a photo of Wen Zhixia having dinner with another man.

He instantly perked up.

In the photo, Wen Zhixia and a man are sitting facing each other, chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere is relaxed and comfortable.

Fu Ruoshi stared at the photo intently, his eyes gradually becoming sharp.

He enlarged the photo and saw that Nan Kaijie's profile was three-dimensional, with a cold temperament, restrained and sharp eyes, thin lips of light color, and a low-key elite temperament.

And the way Wen Zhixia looked at him was obviously filled with appreciation and trust.

Fu Ruoshi's heart sank slowly. He clearly remembered that Wen Zhixia had looked at him with the same eyes before, when they had just gotten married. At that time, her eyes were more passionate, more focused, and more sparkling.

But he pretended not to see it.

So now, the look in her eyes when she looked at herself was filled with only vigilance, suspicion and indifference.

The more Fu Ruoshi looked at the photos, the more uneasy he felt. After much thought, he decided to go back to Jincheng.

Even if it's just to look at her from a distance.

Otherwise, if he continues to live like this, suspicious and like a frightened bird, he will go crazy.

He sent a message to Fu Yuehan: "I'll be back soon, please hold your ground for now."

[Understood, hurry up]

Just when he was feeling anxious, Liu Zhen's call interrupted Fu Ruoshi's confused thoughts.

"Mr. Fu, my wife has made a reservation at Mayfair International, which is under your name. It seems that some leaders from the affiliated hospital are having a dinner there."

The dying heart beats again.

"Are you sure? Did you see it right?"

The Mayfair was previously under the name of Fu Keming. Later, in order to let him ask Xu to compensate Wen Zhixia, Fu Ruoshi said that he was willing to help him manage part of the business, so he transferred the management rights of several hotels to him.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fu. I'm definitely not mistaken." Liu Zhen had mastered his boss's thoughts. "Although the madam is addressed as Ms. Xia, the phone number she left is her own."

So, as long as he pretends to inspect his own hotel, wouldn't he be able to run into her by chance?

"Book a flight. I want to go back to Jincheng."

Over here, in the Yunnan restaurant, Wen Zhixia and Nan Kaijie were arguing enthusiastically about the issue of burns combined with bone and joint injuries.

Wen Zhixia said, "I recommend performing ablation and skin grafting at an early stage, focusing on treating burns, and maintaining basic limb alignment for fractures."

Nan Kaijie said, "But if malunion occurs, surgical treatment requires a very high level of physical fitness from the patient. So I think bone traction treatment should be performed simultaneously in the early stages of the disease."

Wen Zhixia: "Bone traction requires local anesthesia, and skin grafting also requires anesthesia. Excessive anesthesia can have a negative impact on the patient's condition."

Nan Kaijie: "That depends on the specific anesthetic dosage."

Wen Zhixia: "I am very conservative about the use of anesthesia."

Nan Kaijie: "You are a kind-hearted doctor."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Normally in the department, Wen Zhixia rarely argues with her seniors so unscrupulously. The hospital is a place where seniority is clearly defined. Some old doctors like to scare people and make the condition sound very serious in order to show their authority, causing the patients to feel anxious. She doesn't like this and mainly encourages them.

"Director Nan, what are you talking about?" Wen Zhixia said embarrassedly. "I'm just starting out too. If you think I'm lacking anything, feel free to point it out."

"No need to be modest, Zhixia." Nan Kaijie shook his head. "Perhaps you set too high a bar for yourself, but in my experience, with your abilities, you will surely become a highly respected top doctor in the future."

Wen Zhixia, who had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly wanted to cry after her profession was recognized and she received sincere encouragement from her predecessors.

"Thank you, Director Nan," Wen Zhixia lowered her head to hide her tears. "I don't care about being top-notch or not. I just hope that through my own improvement, more patients will benefit."

Nan Kaijie saw the tears in her eyes, and fearing that she would feel embarrassed, he turned around naturally and asked the waiter to add more tea to give her time to calm down.

"Don't thank me, I should thank you." After the waitress added more tea, Nan Kaijie clinked his teacup with hers. "I've been in the hospital for a long time, and I always feel like my previous enthusiasm has been worn away. After talking to you tonight, I seem to have found myself again when I first started working."

"Director Nan, I will work hard, and together we can help more patients."

"Of course." Nan Kaijie nodded. "We'll get to know each other in the future and communicate more."

The next afternoon.

After Wen Zhixia finished her work in the department, she took a taxi to the Mayfair International Hotel according to the location Mao Feng told her. After all, ordering food and arranging the bar were jobs for the younger generation like them.

The car stopped at the hotel entrance and a doorman in a neat uniform opened the door.

"lady......"

The doorman recognized Wen Zhixia instantly.

In fact, Wen Zhixia had only been here once. That time, Fu Ruoshi was entertaining a few Americans here. He was temporarily tied up and couldn't leave, so he asked Wen Zhixia to come and receive them first.

Anyone who can work in a seven-star hotel like this must have become very experienced. Even if Wen Zhixia only came once, everyone would remember her.

Wen Zhixia was extremely embarrassed and quickly corrected herself, "Boss Fu and I are divorced. Today we are entertaining the hospital leaders, so please don't call me Madam."

The doorman responded subtly, but was still very respectful. He used the intercom to call a few waiters and asked them to lead Wen Zhixia to the door.

Wen Zhixia felt embarrassed, but didn't want to draw attention to herself by making too much noise, so she went in with the others.

Not long after she went in, a black Bentley stopped at the door.

"Hello." The doorman came forward to greet him.

A short and fat man wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses got out of the car.

Seeing the doorman, he squinted his eyes and looked at him and said, "Boy, do you know me?"

Seeing his arrogant demeanor, he must be either rich or noble. The doorman was very respectful and said, "Sir, what is your name? I'll ask the manager to come and receive you."

"My name is Zhao Xiaoning," he said proudly, shaking his head, his eyes full of disdain. "My father is Zhao Jing from the Zhao Industrial Group. Fu Keming asked my father to do something for me. I want to dine at your place tonight. I asked Fu Ruoshi to give me the most expensive room, the most expensive wine, and a few girls who just turned 18!"

The doorman was speechless.

Tonight's VIP boxes have all been booked by several national-level bigwigs in Jincheng, and there are also a few second-rate ones that are specially used to entertain foreign guests. It's usually okay, but these past few nights the reservations have been very slow and it's hard to evenly allocate them.

Forget about the food and wine, but also the girl. After all, Fu's is an old-established enterprise with bottom line and dignity. How could they do such a despicable business?

Zhao Xiaoning doesn't come early or late, but chooses to come at the busiest time.

"What are you staring at?" Zhao Xiaoning saw the doorman's lack of enthusiasm and suddenly changed his expression. "You look down on me, don't you? Do you believe I can make you walk out of Jincheng tonight?"

The doorman, hampered by Zhao Xiaoning's background, could only bite the bullet and said, "Okay, please wait a moment. I'll have the manager take you to rest."